thessalian (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
thessalian) wrote2011-06-23 07:42 am
thessalian) wrote2011-06-23 07:42 am
Entry tags:
Morning Ramblings
The saga of Schrodinger's Admin continues. There was a fun bit on Tuesday that involved her pissing off the other admin so much (he asked her to do some filing; she pitched a fit despite the fact that it's her job and he had quite enough to do at that point) that he ended up taking it out on me, which was exceptionally amusing. And then there was yesterday. While not sucky, this takes the biscuit, given her thing yesterday.
Me: "Letters on these patients have been signed, checked and sent out; they just need to have a file copy printed and put in the notes. Thanks!"
Her: "Does that mean that you're mailing out the letters?"
(After a short read of my previous letter and realising that's actually what I said...)
Me: "Yep; just need you to put a copy in the notes and book them back to medical records."
Her: "You're a fantastic worker, you are! Why can't I work with you instead of someone who thinks that doing the admin work is beneath them?"
Coming from someone who throws a five-minute temper tantrum when given a single bit of filing to do? That's funny. Office manager certainly thought so. But Schrodinger's Admin still hasn't been fired yet. I just dunno. I'm trying to avoid her right now and ... yeah.
Still waiting for my fragrance oils to get here; oddly excited about the prospect of making my own perfume. While I'm enjoying putting together prospective prototypes in my head, it's nothing quite as good as the chemistry class feeling of blending stuff and experimenting all Jeckyll and Hyde. Or something, I dunno. Basically, I think this means I need a new visceral project and I need it now, kthnx. Just need to find some space in here... Or at least find another table.
Oh crud, my stuff is coming on Saturday. I'm paying slightly above the odds to have van-man do everything, but it's better than having to load it myself. Not to mention unload it myself. Up a couple of flights of stairs (one flight up to the front door, one flight up to my flat). Tomorrow night and most of Saturday afternoon is going to involve not just Clean All The Things Day but MASS TACTICAL NUKE of the lat because BOXES are coming and I barely have room for what I own now, the way things are organised. I'm sure I can sort out something if I move the drying rack, shift those sourcebooks and ... well ... somehow turn this place into a Bag of Holding?
Well, that's me having to get ready for work. Just to say, though, that I have my first lot of BPAL imps and they are awesome. Well, at least The East is. I have frimps, too ... though I'm not sure about Twenty-One. I'm wary of smelling like the perfect martini.
Me: "Letters on these patients have been signed, checked and sent out; they just need to have a file copy printed and put in the notes. Thanks!"
Her: "Does that mean that you're mailing out the letters?"
(After a short read of my previous letter and realising that's actually what I said...)
Me: "Yep; just need you to put a copy in the notes and book them back to medical records."
Her: "You're a fantastic worker, you are! Why can't I work with you instead of someone who thinks that doing the admin work is beneath them?"
Coming from someone who throws a five-minute temper tantrum when given a single bit of filing to do? That's funny. Office manager certainly thought so. But Schrodinger's Admin still hasn't been fired yet. I just dunno. I'm trying to avoid her right now and ... yeah.
Still waiting for my fragrance oils to get here; oddly excited about the prospect of making my own perfume. While I'm enjoying putting together prospective prototypes in my head, it's nothing quite as good as the chemistry class feeling of blending stuff and experimenting all Jeckyll and Hyde. Or something, I dunno. Basically, I think this means I need a new visceral project and I need it now, kthnx. Just need to find some space in here... Or at least find another table.
Oh crud, my stuff is coming on Saturday. I'm paying slightly above the odds to have van-man do everything, but it's better than having to load it myself. Not to mention unload it myself. Up a couple of flights of stairs (one flight up to the front door, one flight up to my flat). Tomorrow night and most of Saturday afternoon is going to involve not just Clean All The Things Day but MASS TACTICAL NUKE of the lat because BOXES are coming and I barely have room for what I own now, the way things are organised. I'm sure I can sort out something if I move the drying rack, shift those sourcebooks and ... well ... somehow turn this place into a Bag of Holding?
Well, that's me having to get ready for work. Just to say, though, that I have my first lot of BPAL imps and they are awesome. Well, at least The East is. I have frimps, too ... though I'm not sure about Twenty-One. I'm wary of smelling like the perfect martini.